Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Our deepest fear…I keep the deepness near. But I sunk into
my abyss and found out that I’m the deepest here. I used to want my poetry to be the sweetest
words that you would ever hear. Now it’s
clear that people want either bitter realness or for you to be insincere. Peer into my mind and use these words to
relate to your peers…or maybe relate to your fears. The difference between me and you is a
keyboard and the willingness for this to be my career. I bare my soul because God told me that I can
bear my role. I choose to obey instead of burying my head in a hole. How can
you shine if you choose to bury your diamonds in the rest of these coals? This
world is cold so allow my words to comfort you, Dr. Shoals. I write this for
those sick and tired and have to doctor their goals. Health is wealth, time is
money, and God is in control. So I have gold all in my watch, gold all in my
chain, everything all gold. I put that on everythang, we all grow. We all have
worth, and man will try to appraise you, but your praise will make your price tag
worth more than you know. I have begun to realize that, the more that He
shows. You think this is just about
these shows? This is about what He ultimately wants me to show and for you to
know. It just so happens that it flows.
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate; it’s that we are more powerful
than we know…This is Cocktails coming from my home cubicle of meditation. I put self-doubt in a coffin, sent it a
wreath and then buried it six feet deep.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

TV, Off. Music, On. Bible, Open. Spirit, Open. Words,
Spoken. It’s been a while since I’ve
lent my two cents, so here’s a token. I
have to go from black skies to a cloud with a silver lining, Oakland. I was
missing for a while, and God had to get me roped back in. I’ve been placing my
burdens on the front end, and He told me that his yoke is easy and my
incentives were on the back end. Regroup and cast your net on the other side, I
have some Grouper, blackened. Instead of Robbin Peter to pay Paul, Baskins. Why
not bask in what I’ve been asking? Lord,
I seek Your face and voice because it feels like I’m the last one to hear it,
and end up being the last in. You said
your grace and mercy is everlasting, and I believe that, but forgive me if I
keep Tupac blasting. I’m Denzel trying to navigate this flight to keep from
crashing. I Lay prostrate at Your feet,
because no one can pray just one, so I’m trying to use these chips to cash
in. I thought this was going to be a
happy piece, but I guess I still have some shadows casting. So I keep my seat
belt fastened and know that I have to start fasting. Please don’t mistake this as me being depressed;
it’s just that I have a lot of passion.
I want to bear more fruit, so I have to get more connected to the
vine. So I have to be wise about how I
spend my time. 2013, I’m next in line. Lord whatever you’re doing, don’t do it
without me. This year is not about me. It’s about You and Your will and whatever you
are trying to pull out of me…This is Cocktails mixing those intoxicating words
to kick off the New Year. Thank you God for letting me be a vessel.